As Sylvia stood beside me, her words lingered in the air like a weight, heavy with implications.
"He's not gonna hear what you say. It's the side effect of the reverse potion," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.
I nodded in acknowledgment, absorbing the gravity of the situation.
"Alright," I replied softly, my gaze flickering to my mother, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of sorrow and determination.
"Let him rest. Tomorrow, I promise you that he will wake up in the right state of mind," she assured me, her words carrying a comforting reassurance.
With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to Sylvia, grateful for her unwavering support.
As I drove her to her house, her words echoed in my mind, each syllable etched into my memory.
"Remember what I said, Nathalie
